1924/A Sinister Plot: Missing Friends

A Sinister Plot: Missing Friends
Date of Scene:	01 June 2020
Location:	Sinister's Lab
Synopsis:	The remaining survivors find Julian gone - morale is flagging.
Cast of Characters:	Gabby Kinney, Henry McCoy, Danielle Moonstar

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Gabby Kinney has posed:
As it had times before, the doors at the back of the cells open to that unpleasant waiting area that at least allowed some bit of socializing between the abductees. Gabby was usually the first to run out into the area. Usually. It had been her turn at the hands of Sinister and Meredith just after Roberto, so while she does shuffle out of her cell with blankets wrapped around her as usual, she isn't quick about it.

One arm is at her side and the other is just grasping the blanket around her shoulders as she looks bleary eyed around to take account of all who might be left.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Stepping out of his cell, his eyes immediately go to the common room. Hank starts over that way, collecting up his blanket and wrapping it about himself. Once he's present in the shared room, he glances to Gabby. "Hey... you did good, Gabby." He offers over, nodding to the young woman. "Are you... still injured?"

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
Like before, Dani is hesitant to leave her cell when the doors open into the 'recreation' area. Especially after seeing the torture the others had gone through. Four tortured -- maimed, nearly killed -- and three not. There was definite survivor's guilt coursing through her psyche at being one of those who had thus far been left to just watch her compatriots suffer. Especially as only one of the three was younger than she.

She'd avoided the drafting into the 'teaching' population that some of the others had fallen into at Xavier's upon graduation, but this experience was stirring the responsibility she'd always felt when with her team. That natural inclination towards leadership that Xavier had always seen in her, even if she hadn't seen it in herself. But even now it warred with doubt. Could she have done something more? Could she have protected them? What did she do wrong?

She replayed it all. Every moment. Every action. Every inaction. It was plain as day on her features as she shuffled out down into the room and its spartan, uncomfortable furniture (but at least it had more than the bed and toilet their cells did): Dani was looking for the mistakes. Both her own and Sinister's. She had her blanket, wrapped around her, but it had developed holes in the edges where she'd clutched it so hard it'd torn.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney pauses to flash a weak smile toward Hank. She tried. She really, really did. "Sore all over," she explains with a small nod gesturing down to her other arm. "Arm's still broken. I think it started to heal a little when my powers started working for a minute there. It wasn't long enough to do it though," she explains with a long, deep breath. She seems about to say more when Dani enters.

"Hey... You okay?" She asks even as she's still a bit covered in blood herself. The blanket hides some, but it also soaked through parts before she'd naturally stopped bleeding. Thank goodness her injuries had mostly been superficial. "I mean. Much as any of us can be okay." Lightly she clears her throat with a glance cast toward Emma, and then Julian's doorway. Both hand been lain up. Emma moreso, but Julian no less.

Gabby pauses before murmuring, "Should check on them."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank winces. "I can make a splint for your arm. We can at least do that, even if it means breaking a chair and tearing up my blanket." The man offers. A nod is given to Dani, eyes regarding her. "Yes, as Gabby asks - are you all right?" I mean, can anyone be in this situation? Still, Hank is trying to care for his people - all of them.

He moves over to one of the chairs, seeking to break off a leg of it and use it for basis for a splint. "Julian, are you there?" He calls over, focusing on the broken bone first.

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
Dani winces. She holds up a hand, thumb slipping through one of the holes in her blanket. "Don't," she pleads. "They haven't touched me. Don't worry about me." She looks downright embarrassed at this point. "I just feel... well, as useless as we all feel, I imagine." Her hand falls, but to the collar at her throat. "I can't do anything but sit and watch." She hates to do even that, but feels like she -must- watch. To be there in solidarity.

The woman does approach nearer, looking Gabby over. "I don't know how to set a broken bone," she says quietly, but looks up at Hank. "You do?" She's assuming, but then... With how many in their fold can heal, whether on their own or with outside powers, how often is it needed?

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"A splint would work," Gabby agrees as she lifts her injured arm. It's swollen reddish black from bruising, and clearly not well. She doesn't even try to move her fingers or wrist, but thankfully it's only the forearm that was broken. Potentially helaing wrong too. At Dani's remark she looks over to nod faintly. "It's not just physical health we have to look out for here. I know. But okay."

"Thanks, Dr. McCoy," she offers even as she cants her head to the side to try and hear a response. Nothing. "He hit his head didn't he?" She asks concerned as she tries to rifle through the memories that were hazy with pain. Her weight rocks from one foot to another... and she steps away from the potential aid toward Julian's room. "Let me just check first. I'll be right back."

Though she's not gone long before her voice rises up from the other room, "No!"

Henry McCoy has posed:
Still dismantling the chair, he smiles to Dani. "I do. I've a passing knowledge of anatomy and medicine. While I don't have my Medical Doctorates, I've performed surgery in a pinch. Splinting a bone should be no problem." A nod. "And Gabby's right. In many ways, we're all suffering here. Some of us by watching our friends get..."

Then Gabby is crying out from the other room. Hank drops what he is doing and bounds in there, prepared for the worst - a dead Julian.

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
"Their suffering is wor-" Danielle has often been able to put her teammates first. It's Just a Thing She Does. And Gabby's shout makes her shove her own rising panic, concerns, and yes, even fear further back. She takes off just paces behind Hank, dropping the blanket behind her. The fact that it leaves the hospital gown open is of less concern. They'll all be pretty damn intimate by the end of this, let's be honest.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
It is a sight to see in that room that once housed Julian. There were still rumpled sheets and blankets on the bed. Signs that SOMEONE had slept there. Signs also that someone had been tended to by the strips of torn sheet that were draped carefully over the edges of the bed rail. Ones not yet used. Likely Gabby's doing when she had been here last.

Past that? There's nothing inside the cell but Gabby looking rather stricken. No body. No extra blood. Julian was just GONE.

Gabby looks back over her shoulder to the others as they arrive with a little shake of her head. "What... where?" There were possibilities. Had he died and been carted out? Usually they made such a show of doing so though.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Dani gets a nod, and a shrug. "It is worse in some aspects, I agree. Mental anguish is just as terrible." As they find the room empty, he lifts the bed on the side to ensure he wasn't hidden there. "I didn't see anyone come to his cell. Did either of you?" He wonders, frowning a bit.

"No signs of a struggle, Julian would have fought any of the clones or Sinister." He says, matter-of-factly.

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
Dani commences to looking around the cell also; checking the 'bars' as they were and around the edges. Looking for those signs of a struggle they'd expect. "He would," she agrees with Hank, "but he wasn't in the best of shape." She stops and looks out into the lab, chewing at her lower lip.

"He wouldn't have been taken for more experimentation," the woman says quietly. "Doing it in front of us is part of the... game."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney shakes her head a bit. "I didn't ... I wasn't really awake much. I just was so tired after that," she explains perhaps unnecessarily. She hadn't had a good view of his cell to begin with while in her own. "So. They took him but not for testing." There's something lingering there that she worries about, but can't say out loud. Ducking her head, she turns away. "I'm going to... I'm sorry. I need to go." Go where wasn't much though. There were only so many places she could go.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The big man agrees with Dani on that one. "He'd want us to see, regardless." Hank assures. He spots the look on Gabby's face, nodding to her. "We need to splint that later, all right?" He says, honestly. "You don't want to have to rebreak it so it heals properly."

Looking back to Dani, he nods to her again. "He's heightening our fears and running rampant with our emotions." He says, quietly. "It is part of his plan."

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
There's a long look for Gabby as Dani debates, but she finally gives a small nod. "We're here. You know where we are." Just as she can't go far, neither can they.

The Cheyanne woman looks up to Hank and takes a deep breath. The smile she offers is small and quickly falters before it fades. "You'd think as someone who can sense emotions and knows peoples' fears I'd have a better understanding of all this. A better grasp. But... I feel lost."

Henry McCoy has posed:
He gathers up the "supplies" from Julian's old room - blankets, etc. Bringing them back to the common one, he begins making a splint for when Gabby is ready. "You have an exceptional sensitivity to other emotions. I imagine being shut off from that is like removing sight from me. You use it subconciously, so when it is gone you feel it more." A sigh. "We're all quite a bit lost in this, Dani. It's nothing to feel guilty about."

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
"I still feel responsible," Dani says quietly, following Hank out to the main room. She'll help where she can: likely with tearing the blanket. She can at least do that. Breaking the chair is more in his realm, even if he lacks the strength he'd otherwise have. "They're still kids. I feel like there should be... something I could do. I don't know what, but I want to do -something- and yet... all I can do each time is sit there."

Henry McCoy has posed:
Hank nods to that. "They are. And you are a kid to me." He says, wryly. "It's a matter of perspective, and I understand where you are coming from. Emma, she's not normally affiliated with us - but I still feel responsible." The man assures, tying knots in some of the strips around one of the chair legs he'd managed to free up. "You are doing what you can, what we all can. You are here for us, here to comfort. Here to rant at. Here to witness so we can be avenged, if needed."

Danielle Moonstar has posed:
"It still doesn't feel like enough," Dani points out, sitting down on one of the cushion-less chairs. She's recovered her blanket and wraps it around her again. "Do you think the others will find us? Do you think they can find us?"

Henry McCoy has posed:
He sits down nearby, nodding. "No, it isn't. But it is what we have to surive on and believe, Dani." He offers over, his tone genuine. "And yes, they will find us. Sinister is powerful, I will never suggest otherwise. But we have power as well. Each of us, our friends, the Professor." He says, with a nod. "They will find us."